Viewpoints | Twenty Something | Eventual motherhood: Trusting God, waiting for the right season and time
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This month brings a milestone for my social circle: For the first time, a childhood friend will become a mother.
As Sara's belly swells, the rest of us are helping prepare for the baby who will catapult us into our next stage. It will provide the surest sign we have reached adulthood, which, up to this point, has felt far less established than it once appeared.
At 15, age 25 looked like an elixir to every adolescent woe, the perfect mix of freedom and purpose, objectives that now feel farther apart.
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